Title: Frisk Absorbs Toriel OneShot NEVER AGAIN Author: TheOriginalAuteur Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/8mWb2kHB First Edit: Monday 3rd of October 2016 05:08:01 AM CDT Last Edit: Monday 3rd of October 2016 05:08:01 AM CDT >You face down Toriel, as she begins to turn to dust. >You're heartbroken - you didn't want to fight her! >You didn't want to hurt her! >You wanted to prove you were tough enough to get home, but, but, you didn't want this! >You wanted her to live, to spare her, but her name wasn't yellow! >No! >You reach forward, grabbing her softly crumbling body. >Hot tears run down your cheeks onto her dust. >You are DETERMINED. >DETERMINED to not... >(Your tears mix with her dust) >let.. >(Her body becomes lighter, the smell of ash in your nostrils) >her... >(The slurry splatters across your chest as her form collapses) >DIE! >(Your arms hug through the space her body was, hugging yourself as you feel SOMETHING pass INTO you) >...   ---   >sans approaches the kid from behind. >He's grinning. >Perfect set up for a prank. "D O N ' T Y O U K N O W H O W T O G R E E T A N E W F R I E N D ?" >He sneaks up behind the child, whoopie cushion in hand, internally giggling at the kids reaction. >...but something's off. >The kid has...white fur? >Long ears? >They turn around, regarding sans with a matronly look. >"Don't you know not to approach children from behind?" they say, a voice semi-recognisable, "It is not very polite." >That voice...! >No... >"kn-knock, knock," says sans, sweat gathering at his forehead. >The kid instantly brightens. >Oh no, no, no, no >"Who is there?" SHE replies, entranced. >Oh god above kid, what did you DO!?   ---   >You are THE GREAT PAPYRUS! >You have been searching all over Snowdin looking for your idle, lazy, slothful excuse for a brother, sans. >Where IS that blue-hoodied hooligan? >He has to reset his traps! >After all, if he doesn't set the traps, then a human might get past them. >And if THAT happens, then how will Papyrus get into the Royal guard then!? >How will Papyrus be able to stop sans from punning all day and make something of himself? >How will he get popularity and kisses from lovely robot celebrities? >How will he get Undyne's respect!? >How will he get crowned 'Coolest Skeleton Ever'!? >Such things are unthinkable! >Furiously tapping your foot, you think near the empty guard post as to where your sneaky slothful sibling has hidden himself to no doubt nap! >You hear a yelp of noise further down the path. >What ho!? Is that! > A HUMAN!? >...no, it's a rock. >BUT. >Beyond that rock you hear the familiar grumblings of your brother! >You pirruoette and dance away towards your no-doubt-fell-asleep-and-got-buried-in-snow brother! >Elegantly, you land and pose, to observe a curious sight. >Your brother is rambling most uncharacteristically as he violently shakes a mini-clone of Asgore. >You delicately sweep in and grab sans, holding his body high above your head, while he thrashes like an imputent toddler. >"SANS!" you yell, amazed, "I AM IMPRESSED THAT YOU'VE TRIED TO MAKE A FRIEND, BUT I FEAR THAT YOUR TECHNIQUE IS LACKING!" >sans breifly freezes, eyes looking at you nervously. >"pap," he says, full of concern, "pap, listen to me, you have to get away from it!" >Ah. >It's quite clear what is happening! >"FEAR NOT, BRRROTHER!" you say, cheerfully, "SOMETIMES EMBARRASSING THINGS HAPPEN WHEN YOU MAKE FRIENDS! BUT THESE THINGS ARE NOT AN EXCUSE TO RUN AWAY! IF I RAN AWAY THE FIRST TIME MY EMERGENCY SPAGHETTI FELL OUT OF MY BATTLE BODY IN FRONT OF UNDYNE, I WOULDN'T BE WHERE I AM TODAY!" >You sling your startled miscreant brother under your arm. >"AND NOW WE MUST PUSH THROUGH YOUR EMBARRASMENT AT NOT BEING A GOOD FRIEND MAKER, AND MAKE FRIENDS, STARTING WITH..." >You turn to the left (the best direction), finger pointing. >Befriending a rock? >Nah, sans already has one of those. >He needs new horizons! >You turn some more. >A tree? >Pfft, sans would make non-stop bark puns no doubt! >You turn some more. >Snow? >How does on even befriend SNOW that is not in the form of a snowman!? >You turn some more. >And your outstretched pointy digit comes into contact with a thoroughly confused goat kid's nose. >"...THIS MINI-ASGORE!" >The goat blinks, a look of mortification coming over it's face. >"Mini...Asgore?" it says, confused and slightly upset. >No doubt put off by sans' embarrassing behaviour. >Your brother thrashes under your arm. >"bro, srsly, bro, stop," he whines petulently, "it'll...eat us, bro!" >"NYEH HEH HEH!" you nyeh heh heh, "YOU ARE SUCH A SILLY BAG OF BONES SANS! HOW CAN SUCH A TINY ADORABLE KING-COPY EAT US! THE ONLY THING THAT IS GETTING EATEN..." >With a flourish of your free hand, you reveal a steaming plate of emergency spaghetti. >"...IS THIS EMERGENCY SPAGHETTI, MADE BY A TRUE, GENUINE SPAGHETOR!" >You leap over to the mini-Asgore. >You stand tall, a plate of the Best Food in one hand, held aloft. >Your brother flops angrily under your other arm. >You smile widely as your scarf dances in the breeze. >"GREETINGS! I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS, SOON TO BE ROYAL GUARDSMAN AND HUMAN HUNTER!" >You heft your brother under your arm. >"THIS IS MY LAZY BONES BROTHER, SANS! UNFORTUNATELY, HE'S MISBEHAVING RIGHT NOW, BUT I'M SURE HE MEANS WELL! FOR NOW, I WILL TAKE CHARGE OF THIS FRIENDSHIP, AND SAIL US TOWARDS HAPPINESS!" >You offer the plate. >"WHAT IS YOUR NAME, SOON-TO-BE-FUTURE-BEST-FRIEND-OF-SANS?" you ask, politely. >The Tinygore looks at you amused as they take the plate. >"My name is Tori-...my name is Fri-..." >The goat seems profoundly confunded. >Just like you are when exposed to a particularly puzzling puzzle! >"FEAR NOT, TINYGORE!" you say, "I, TOO, SOMETIMES HAVE REMEMBERING MY NAME! JUST YESTERDAY I SPELT IT PYPARUS INSTEAD OF PAPYRUS!" >You lean in to conspiratorially whisper, but then think the Tinygore might not hear you and decide to yell anyway >"I FEAR THAT I WON'T RECIEVE MY LATEST SHIPMENT OF TRAPS MONTHLY!" you cry. >You lean back. >"PERHAPS SOME DEEP AND INVIGORATING PUZZLING WILL HELP YOU REMEMBER! AND IT JUST SO HAPPENS..." >You hold up a startled sans before you. >"...THAT SANS HERE NEEDS TO RECALIBRATE HIS PUZZLES!" you say, mildly upset, "WHICH HE WILL DO RIGHT NOW!" >You put the grumpy skeleton under your arm. >"WHY DON'T YOU COME ALONG, LITTLE GORE, AND TEST YOUR METTLE AGAINST OUR HUMAN-DECIEVING TRAPS! I MEAN," you add, hastily, "I KNOW YOU ARE NOT A HUMAN, LITTLE GORE, BUT YOU CAN STILL TEST YOUR METTLE AGAINST I, THE GREAT TRAPMASTER PAPYRUS!" >Mini-Asgore looks at you dubiously. >No doubt that such an offer to hang out with your awesome is something even this poor little goat-kid can even comprehend! >But then, they smile happily. >"I would very much like that, Great Papyrus," she says, "although while I am uncertain of my own name..." >A dark look passes over her little face. >"...I DEFINITELY don't think it's Asgore," she grinds out. >"OF COURSE!" you chirp, "WE CAN SAFELY SCRATCH THAT NAME OFF THE LIST OF POSSIBLE MINI-NOT-ASGORE NAMES!" >You turn, striding off towards the next puzzle. >You hear the little goat slurping up your spaghetti behind you, making your heart soar. >A new friend! >You can't believe it! >Maybe this is the turning point for you! >With this new friend's help, you might be able to come up with the trap that catches the next human! >Unseen to you, your brother takes two digits to his eyes. >Then back to the goat kid. >The goat kid tries to hide how much this hurts them. >As does everything else.